Xuande's ten years of snow buried three feet of old hatred.
In the capital that year, the powerful official Xie Shi blocked the sky and the sun, and the real edict was unknown.
She is Jiang Yuenian, the daughter of the Imperial Tutor. She is burdened with many grievances and went to the Taifu Hospital under the pseudonym "Shen Qing". She walks on the edge of a knife, seeking only the truth.
He is the regent Zhao Jue, the most powerful official in the dynasty. He is ruthless and vicious, and his fingers are always lingering with the smell of bitter medicine that cannot be resolved.
On the first day of entering Beijing, the long street was cleared.
She knelt in the snowdrift and watched his black-armored knight whizzing by.
The medicine bell on the carriage jingled. It was the promise he once made to her, but now it has become a life-threatening charm.
Through the heavy curtains, she couldn't see his face, and could only smell the scent of medicine that penetrated her bones - it was to cover up the bloody smell left behind by the conspiracy.
Over the years, meeting each other has become a game.
She sharply collects evidence in the morgue where corpses are everywhere, while he plays chess to decide life and death in the unfathomable royal study.
She thought that he was greedy for glory and betrayed his mentor, and he thought that she had died in the wilderness of exile.
Until that night, she encountered him falling ill in the depths of the Forbidden Palace. He took off his court clothes, clutched the medicine bell she had left behind in his fingers, and coughed up blood.
"Xu Changming, do you remember the Jiang family's backyard?"
He raised his eyes, and there was an abyss in his eyes that she couldn't understand: "Xu Changming has long been gone in this world. Miss Shen, please respect yourself."
Intention: Some people should be kept even if they are broken.